"Ms. Foster, this is my personal number. If you find anything new, feel free to contact me anytime."
Florence didn't hand Kimberly a business card like in the TV dramas. Instead, she scribbled a string of numbers onto a tissue using an eyebrow pencil.
"Ms. Moore, you've changed."
Kimberly stared at the tissue in her hand, feeling as though she was in a dream, everything seeming oddly unreal.
In the company, everyone knew Florence as someone hopelessly in love with Lancelot. She prioritized Lancelot above all else and even allowed him to meddle in her own family's business.
'If I remember correctly, I saw Florence just yesterday bringing lunch to Mr. Grosvenor at the office, where they kissed goodbye in front of everyone. But now, she's suddenly acting like a secret agent, meeting with
